betterthanaplan | Aboard the OceaNyx, off the coast of Fandom, Monday afternoon

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The trouble -- ha -- with the troubles inside Duke was that the pressure from them was constantly building, even if it didn't constantly register as pain. So what was painful but tolerable last week was now absolutely debilitating.

Fortunately, they had a plan. Well. Of sorts. When Duke got out of bed that morning and promptly passed out, it was decided that enough was enough. He was loaded onto the OceaNyx and he, Octavia, and Lucifer headed out to sea to minimize any possible bystanders getting hit with whatever came out when Duke vented a trouble.

Hopefully, all he would have to do was bleed on Lucifer and he could get some relief without magical hijinks! But let's be real. When had anything in Duke's life gone that smoothly?

[For thems as is in the narrative, please!]

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer took the joint and took a nice, deep drag. "Mm. And Chinese food," he said. "And watch something terrible. And then maybe a spot of sex."

One had to take advantage of the few days Duke felt genuinely good, these days.

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okteiviakom

Oh, good, something here was obvious enough that even Octavia could grasp onto it like a reflex, even if her deadpan was still on the weaker side of what it usually would have been.

"'A spot'," she rasped, the quotation marks obvious enough in her voice.

Yes, yes, obviously it would be down to whatever and how much (if anything) Duke felt like doing, but Octavia was trying, here.